When I knew

When Em was a few months old, maybe 6 or 8 months, I was driving home from a weekend in San Jose with my windows open.

It was a Sunday morning in summertime--Prairie Home Companion was on the radio, the sky was incredibly blue, and there was a scent of orange-blossoms all around me. I was happy; I was content. Then something clicked inside my head. It was at that moment, when I realized the smell of orange-blossoms made me smile, that I realized I was going to be ok.

I really ought to finish posting my story for those of you who have asked. I'll work on it this weekend.